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So it was no surprise to Dr. Dangerfield that Brenda sat across from her in her office confessing her greatest transgression—fucking her husband’s brother.
“I don’t know what to do,” Brenda croaked out over a sob.
How about tell him the truth, bitch?
“I believe you do,” Dr. Dangerfield said gently.
Brenda shook her head. “But at what costs?”
Bitch, you should have thought about that before you spread open your legs and let your husband’s brother fuck you raw.
“Unfortunately, deception comes with a price,” Dr. Dangerfield said.
“I know.” Brenda sighed. “I just don’t want this guilt eating away at me. I thought about taking some of Roselle’s hair, or his toothbrush, and sending it in for DNA testing.”
“It wouldn’t be legally binding, however. But it would be strictly for your peace of mind. Still, it wouldn’t absolve you of your infidelity.”
Brenda felt a headache coming on. “I didn’t say it would. I’m not looking for a pardon. I know what I did was wrong.”
“There are other forms of testing that can be done, such as sibling DNA testing,” Dr. Dangerfield offered, “of your son to determine if they were both fathered by the same man. Your son—he is your husband’s?”
Brenda frowned. “Of course he is,” she said incredulously. “I’m not that damn scandalous.”
Oh?
Dr. Dangerfield just stared. Allowed several seconds to tick by, and then said, “The truth will affect many lives.”
“I know. That’s why I can’t tell him.” Brenda swiped a tear from her eye. “But sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating because I don’t.”
“Don’t you think he deserves to know?”
Brenda looked pensively at Dr. Dangerfield, biting the inside of her bottom lip.
“Only if he’s not the father,” she admitted. “Not about what I did—or with who.”
Dr. Dangerfield nodded, knowingly. Brenda was a selfish bitch, like Roselle. The two of them were cut from the same cloth. They deserved each other. And there was a special place in hell reserved for scandalous bitches like her.
“And what of your daughter?” Dr. Dangerfield asked. “If your husband turns out not to be her father, how do you think that will impact her? Him?”
Brenda cringed inwardly. She didn’t want to envision what it would do to either of them. Roselle would be destroyed for sure. He loved Ariel more than he loved the air he breathed. Probably even more than he loved her. And poor Ariel—God, her precious little world would be turned upside down. Roselle was her everything. She couldn’t snatch that away from her.
The thought made Brenda sick to her stomach.
“I know I should have never slept with Renaldo. That night was the worst mistake of my life.”
“I’m sure,” Dr. Dangerfield stated. “So now what?”
Brenda pushed out a long breath. “I honestly don’t know. I came here hoping you’d somehow help me feel better.”
Oh so this ho is looking for penance?
Bitch, bye.
Well, she’d come to the wrong place. She had better take her ass to a confessional. Dr. Dangerfield wasn’t in the business of giving out sympathy.
Brenda used the tissue she’d been gripping tightly in her hand to dab at her eyes. “You know, talk me out of telling Roselle.” She blew her nose. “Or at least tell me that it was okay to take this secret to my grave.”
Dr. Dangerfield closed Brenda’s file. “Mrs. Woods, I can’t tell you what to do—or not to do. But I can, however, suggest you consider how the choices you make will affect the others around you. I suggest you weigh out the consequences. There’s no getting around the fact that someone will be hurt. The damage has already been done. Now it’s simply a matter of thought and action. So the question comes back to you. What do you think is the right thing to do?”
